The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

No matter how much gossip and foul language was directed at her behind her back, Wen Yisheng could force herself not to respond.

But the thing that horrified, disgusted, and terrified her the most still happened.

Shao Yu swore and leaned closer to her, his flirtatious and lewd gaze utterly repulsive.

Wen Yisheng tensed up and trembled uncontrollably the moment she was touched. She pushed Shao Yu away and ran towards the classroom.

Shao Yu caught up with her in a few steps and grabbed her wrist: "Stop pretending to be innocent. You're just short of money. Being my girlfriend will earn you more than you do working."

Wen Yisheng couldn't break free. When she looked up, she found that most of the students around her were gathered in twos and threes, laughing and watching the fun.

The spectators' stares felt like needles piercing her heart, and she felt stiff as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shao Yu not only touched Wen Yisheng's soft and delicate hands, but also reached under her school uniform to touch her waist. Shao Yu had been thinking about how Wen Yihan had messed things up last time.

This time, to everyone's surprise, Wen Yisheng seemed stunned and stopped resisting, becoming incredibly obedient.

Shao Yu became increasingly daring, and as a result, a tin winnowing basket suddenly came crashing down on his head. Before Shao Yu could even see who it was, the basket covered his head and pulled him hard, causing him to fall flat on his back to the ground.

The scene was so comical that it caused a burst of laughter.

"Damn it..." Shao Yu was stunned, and when he got up, he got kicked in the thigh again.

Lu Zhizhou, dressed in his school uniform with a nonchalant air, hands in his pockets, chin held high, kicked him, saying, "What kind of thing are you, daring to touch her?"

Being kicked in front of so many people was too humiliating, and Shao Yu was furious. But when she saw that it was Lu Zhizhou, she didn't dare to be too arrogant in public and slunk away.

Lu Zhizhou laughed as soon as he saw it: "Idiot."

He looked at Wen Yisheng, his powerful aura subsided, and he grinned brightly.

"Little Sheng Sheng, are you alright? Don't mind that idiot, Brother Zhou will protect you..."

Wen Yisheng took a step back as he approached. "Thank you," she said blankly, bowing her head before turning and leaving.

"Sigh..." Lu Zhizhou vaguely sensed that something was wrong with her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Thinking of the rumors that had been circulating in various classes recently, he frowned.

~

Wen Yisheng became unable to bear being alone, and her nerves became increasingly sensitive and fragile.

Once she was alone, she felt like she was being pricked by thorns, as if countless malicious gazes were actually piercing her.

She would instinctively seek out Wen Zhi, for only his protection could give her a sense of warmth and security.

Especially at night, she dared not go to the bathroom, fearing that something like Shao Yu or the training camp might suddenly appear in the shadows.

With Wei Lan and Ye Hehua far away from her, Wen Zhi, who lived, ate, and sat at the same table with her, naturally became the person she relied on the most.

During the break between evening self-study sessions, Wen Yisheng tugged at Wen Zhi's clothes from under the table.

Wen Zhi was writing something. He stopped writing, looked over, and smiled at her. The classroom lights made his features appear soft and harmless: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yisheng did not answer. Her eyes were half-closed, and her thick eyelashes fluttered a few times, giving her a hazy and fragile beauty.

Wen Zhi's breath trembled a few times, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he calmed his heartbeat.

So well-behaved, like a docile little animal that only depends on him.

"Are you going to the restroom?" he wrote in his notebook and asked.

Wen Yisheng nodded gently, clutching the hem of her dress nervously because she felt she had troubled others.

Wen Zhi showed boundless patience and tolerance as the two walked out of the classroom one after the other, keeping a distance between them.

There are restrooms on every floor, but even in such a short distance, Wen Yisheng can only feel at ease if she sees him there.